It was Christmas Eve. Jesse and Grace sat together on the couch in front of the fire, snuggled together and enjoying being close. It had been a while since they were able to just sit together like this and they wanted to savor every moment of it. The room was pleasantly warm from the fire that crackled in the fireplace; snow fell softly outside the window bl...
Jess came to my couch. I had told Calliope, my patroness and mother of the Sultan, of my design, and she had offered me the inner sanctum, where no eunuch ever came. That was typical of her generosity to me. I had brought her much pleasure, and she was unselfish in allowing me to have some of my own. She had bought Jess for me at the slave market. She had...
Ok so I've heard about those 'stories' where a woman goes to a doctor's office and the doctor comes in and they get it on! I know. I know I've had that fantasy too. But I never thought it was real. I've had those fantasies many times. You talk about doctors offices, dentist's, chiropractor's...you name the place I've probably already thought of it. I had a...
Lexy and Spencer stepped out of the bathtub after a short, yet refreshing, shower. The sun was beginning to peek up above the horizon, and a pink glow illuminated the entire apartment. "Thank god its Saturday," Spencer yawned, "I doubt I could stay awake or work after that exertion of energy." Lexy giggled and tied her robe around her waist loosely, allowi...
This is the second and final installment of this series. It can be read as a standalone story. Enjoy! This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, businesses, places, merchandise, companies, events and incidents are either the products of the author's imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual...
THE RIPPLING WATERS Still grieving over the death of her sister, Louise has become best friends with her co-worker at the bank, Sigrid Fønsmark. She is well aware of Sigrid's sexual orientation and takes steps to prevent a friendship turning into something else. A late night encounter that nearly tips them over the edge merely strengthens her resolve to mai...
"Dr. Norwood to Trauma One, Dr. Norwood to Trauma One, Stat," Natalie looked up with bleary eyes from her cup of burned coffee. The little break room seemed dreary, but it was a sanctuary from the pandemonium of Watkins General on a Friday night. She rose unsteadily to her feet and gulped down the bad coffee, tossing the cup into the garbage as she hurried...
Laying in the hospital bed, Jess thought back to when she had first met her Mistress, she remembered the day as if it were yesterday... Walking up the walkway through the gardens up to the castle's door, Jess felt a slight apprehension and nervousness tingle up her spine. Before she had decided to come here, she had gone out and bought what she felt to be m...
The memory of the leeches clinging to our bodies was fresh in our minds as Addie rowed in search of a new spot to tie the boat. Addie looked radiant in the bright sunlight and I closed my eyes thinking of her soft lips on mine. "Was last night a dream?" I wondered silently because it had a dreamlike quality. Farther upstream near the old dam was a tranqu...
Private journal of Anna Volakas Monday 22nd September, 2014 I feel strange writing this down. No, not strange ... guilty. I don't know why I feel that way, because it doesn't make sense; but I do know what's causing it and maybe if I put it on paper then it won't be in my head any more. Then maybe I can sleep again at night. Let the damn paper feel guilty....